St. Christopher - 50 Foot Wave

blow out the candle so he can’t see in the window

smoke fills the tiny room

sweat home high

we can fool around

fight off the smell of doom

you smell like cold and dry leaves

leaving is hardest on hookworm sidewalks

just snow static on the crap tv

fluorescent exposure

a gold grin told her christ’s not saving the weak

i wanna go faster

i wanna go farther from home

dang

yuppies ate my town where i fed and slept you

paced the foamy sand

crawled in the backseat

us still broke

unmoved by unlived futures

the streets run with soap

the sky angry

dang

flag’s at quarter mast even though i fed and slept you

paced the foamy sand

crawled in the backseat

our friends all broke

unmoved by unspent youth

you still damp with foam and hungry

christ on a cracker we live on these creamers

who knew church’d claim us too?

sweat home high

we can fool around

fight off the smell of doom

i wanna go faster

i wanna go farther from home